[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

When the Hongya Realm was first opened, there were no human beings in the ancient times. Rare birds and animals were afraid of the prestige of the gods and did not dare to enter the Hongya Realm.

The next few hundred years passed by in a blink of an eye. Nuwa upheld the way of heaven, took the breath of the earth as the shell, and the soul as the spirit, and created the human race outside Hongya.

Human beings are born weak, but their curiosity is rare in the world. There are often ignorant children wandering and looking around outside Hongya. Step outside the enchantment, and people who are not in the Hongya realm are not allowed to come and go.

Prince Changqin bid farewell to all the gods, birds and beasts, and walked to the boundary of Hongya Realm. The enchantment of Hongya was like waves rippling like the sea. Prince Changqin raised his hand and sent out a golden light. , the enchantment burst open.

The prince Changqin stands in it, with a long robe and wide sleeves, and his clothes are loose, and a breeze suddenly blows from his feet, straight up to the sky.

At present, it is the spring of the candle dragon, the prince's Changqin is flying in mid-air, and he can only see the towering mountains covered with green, and sometimes there are valleys and cliffs that are deep and deep.

In this way, at the bottom of the sleeves of the robe, between the feet of the hair, the clouds suddenly rush towards the face, and when the head is lowered, only the green land can be vaguely seen retreating rapidly, and the distant mountains are winding, and when the head is raised, the sea of ​​clouds is vast and boundless.

The hands can pick the sun and the moon, and the body can be the breeze.

In the sky and on the earth, there is nowhere to go.

The prince Changqin smiled suddenly, and his gentle and calm eyes, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon and a sword coming out of its sheath, suddenly opened up and radiated sharpness.

With a movement in his heart, he dispelled the magic spell protecting the body, and his body rushed straight up again. The electric wind galloped, and the moist and soft clouds were smashed straight away by him, and the gentle and cleansing breeze whistled like a sharp arrow. Facing him, a slender bloodstain was cut on the exposed cheek, which lost a bit of dignity, but made it more wanton and free.

He seemed to be the only one left in the universe in the sky and on the earth.

Not for the prince Changqin, the number one music god in the Three Realms.

It was Zhuang Zhou who was transformed into a butterfly.

Zhuang Zhou passed through the mighty clouds, and saw the sky thousands of miles away, a round of golden crows far above, the sky is as soft as brocade, with seven colors looming, hanging in it, just like the realm of immortals living on the avenue.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help smiling, the blood on his face healed.

In the battle that day, Zhuang Zhou saw that the master's spirit and body seemed to be weakening, so he resolutely gave up the original plan, and he was injured to the bone, and finally cut him under the knife. At that moment, it was like drinking snow in winter, hearty and hearty.

Zhuang Zhou was not only looking for a happy and wanton.

This battle fulfilled his wish, allowing Zhuang Zhou to integrate and sort out part of the power he broke free from the seal of the main god, and turned it into a sword arm at his disposal during the hundred years of Qingxiu when he became the prince Changqin.

This is the result he wants most at present.

Even if time was delayed because of this, he and Xue Chang hurriedly crossed the space barrier and got separated under the ensuing pursuit of the main god, but he had no regrets.

Just do what you have to do, and you will never regret it if you decide.

There is only a chance, regardless of the cost, regardless of success or failure.

Isn't Zhuang Zhou such a person?

He's always been like that.

Standing above the clouds, Zhuang Zhou saw a boundless piece of pure land in his eyes, heard the sound of the cool wind blowing from a distant place in his ears, and had a long and fresh breath unique to spring in his nose.

I feel really good.

He stood still for a moment, thinking through the road ahead and the things to do.

When his heart was calm and magnanimous, without any doubt or hesitation, with a movement of his body, Zhuang Zhou went straight to Yaoshan.

Along the way, he crossed the clouds and the sea, crossed the ice and snow mountains, and crossed the turbulent waters. Occasionally, he saw a bird of prey approaching him, and he rushed straight past without dodging or evading.

For a moment, between the sea of ​​clouds gathering and scattered, a majestic peak stretched straight into the sky.

There is a waterfall rushing down among the strange rocks on the top of the mountain, and the waves are so loud that they gather into a pool in the low-lying land. Looking from mid-air, it looks like a huge green gemstone, which is misty and crystal clear. In a trance, there seems to be a colorful bridge faintly visible.

The pool water turns into a curved spring winding down along the mountain again, with towering arborescens rising up beside the spring, and luxuriant trees growing gradually, wild birds and monsters fight and circle, play and rest, full of vitality.

When you reach the mountainside, a little spring water slowly gathers into a pool of clear water.

A huge jagged boulder protrudes from the shore to the center of the pool like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, like a high platform and pavilion standing between clouds and water, just waiting for the immortal to climb to the top.

Prince Changqin's figure was tossing and turning, and he had reached the top of the high platform.

The red Ruomu flowers fluttered with the breeze and fell lightly on the surface of the water, and the mayflies slowly floated and circled along the water waves. During breathing, the fragrance of flowers was faint, and the water mist was faint.

Standing on a high platform, he has long hair splashed with ink, his complexion is as perfect as jade, and the red mark on his forehead looks like snow-stained cinnabar and jade tree halo.

Even if you don't say a word or smile, the twinkle is already secretly born, and the lingering is even more deeply hidden.

The prince sat on the floor with a long piano, slightly raised his wrist, and placed the Fenglaiqin between his knees.

The ten fingers are white and slender, lightly plucked and picked slowly, the sound of the piano is like a flower cup falling to the ground, and the new buds are born, quietly sounding in this vast landscape, and drifting in the ears of Yaoshan creatures with the breeze.

The souls of Yaoshan felt it in their hearts and listened carefully.

It looks like the sea is quiet and the river is clear, sparkling, and like a pearl in a box, the brilliance is restrained.

The spring blooms and the snow melts, the clouds disperse at sunrise, and the river rushes back to the sea.

The hustle and bustle of all things and the struggle coefficient in the world stop in the music of the qin, leaving only the Yao mountains and rivers and the creatures, silent and peaceful, unchanged from time immemorial.

It is a song for Yaoshan.

The song is over.

The people in Yaoshan were suddenly inexplicably sad and unspeakable, and they all burst into tears.

It seems that the mountains and rivers have spirits, entrusted to them.

Such qin music can be composed in heaven and earth, and only Prince Changqin can compose it.

"What song did you make?"

"Why do I feel sad?"

At the edge of the pool, a slender, snake-like, pitch-black water grouse sticks out its head openly, its golden pupils are bright and pure, open and at ease.

The prince Changqin said.

"This song has just been completed, but it has not yet become famous."

"However, if it is done in Yaoshan, it will naturally be called Yaoshan in the future."

His eyebrows are long and slender, his eyelashes are as thick as fine feathers, his eyes are calm and gentle, like the deep sea in the sky, the shadow of the moon floats, and the water waves are dizzy, immeasurable.

Quietly shine.

"It's easy."

The water boar shook his head.

"What's your name, I haven't seen you before."

"Prince Changqin."

"My name is Qianyu. Prince Changqin, your music is really nice, I like it."

Qian Yu snaked to his side and said solemnly.

Prince Changqin couldn't help laughing.

"You will definitely hear it every day in the future."

Qianyu's golden pupils suddenly lit up.

"Prince Changqin, do you want to live in Yaoshan?"

Prince Changqin put away the wind and stood up.

"Correct."

"In the future, you and I will live next to each other."

Qian Yu happily patted his own tail.

"very nice."

"But where do you live?"

"There's nowhere around here for a man like you to live."

Prince Changqin raised his hand slightly, and a golden light swayed on the high platform. In an instant, pavilions, pavilions, fairy palaces and gardens rose from the ground, colorful lights, and the halo of precious light, which completely occupied the huge jagged boulder.

"What an ugly place to live."

Qian Yu looked at the residence built by Prince Changqin, and shook his head in distaste.

"It's far worse than mine."

"But from your point of view, it must be beautiful."

It thought for a while and added.

"You know a lot."

The prince Changqin said.

"There are hundreds of tortoises in Lishan Mountain, but few of them have golden eyes like mine. One day I will become Yinglong."

"How could I not know about such a trivial matter?"

Said for a while.

"Do you know what Yinglong is?"

"I know it."

"It takes 500 years to transform into a jiao, a thousand years to transform into a dragon, another 500 years to become a horned dragon, and a thousand years to become a Yinglong.

"Prince Changqin, I will definitely become Yinglong, right?"

The prince Changqin said.

"If you practice hard, there is always a possibility."

Qian Yu was obviously very satisfied with this answer.

He said: "When I become a Yinglong, I will definitely leave this Yaoshan Mountain, and I will go up and down all over the world."

"Is Yaoshan not good?"

Prince Changqin asked.

"Good is good."

"But it's really boring."

Xie Yu said.

"The spirits and monsters here know how to play, eat and drink all day long. Even if there are creatures that can cultivate human form, they are always flowers and grass, and they are very petty."

Prince Changqin shook his head.

"You water vet, why do you always talk in human terms?"

"I learned from the flower spirit at the bottom of Yaoshan Mountain."

Said for a while.

"He went out for a walk more than ten years ago. When he came back, I couldn't understand what he said, so I wrote down what he said one by one and pondered it slowly."

"Flower Spirit?"

"Yes," Qian Yu said, "He was originally a flower born by a thousand-year-old Ruo tree on the top of Yaoshan Mountain. He practiced hard day and night, and turned into a human body. He called himself Ruocang, and he could often talk to me and other spirits, but never After I came back from outside, I moved to the foot of the mountain for some reason, and no one paid attention to me except me."

"I've been crying and laughing at the stone he brought back all day long, bewildered."

"I don't know if I got drunk with immortals, gods and beasts, and I was injured too badly."

Prince Changqin's eyelashes drooped slightly.

"If it's as you said, I'm afraid it's heartbreaking."

"heartbreak?"

"Then can you cure it?"

Qian Yu couldn't help asking.

Prince Changqin shook his head.

"Sickness in the world can only be cured by hurting others."

"And such a strange injury."

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